The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

This was done by the Emperor himself, who made three special trips to the thatched cottage of a hermit named Ge Lao to persuade him to join the Imperial Hospital for his son's sake.

My father is a light sleeper and often suffers from headaches, which is an old ailment. Ordinary calming incense is ineffective.

Wei Zhao then asked Ying Fuyan to give him some.

But he didn't expect there to be only one.

However, Ying Fuyan can be quite stingy at times.

Wei Zhao didn't think much of it.

He came to the pavilion to wait for Ying Fuyan to send someone to deliver the medicine. He had instructed the steward early in the morning to bring the medicine here when it arrived.

As he opened the medicine box, Yao Yao frowned and looked up at him.

I wanted to say something, but I held back.

The female guests were entertained by Ning Suchan, while the male guests were entertained by her younger brother-in-law.

Wei Fengxing had a headache and returned to his study early.

Wei Zhao went out and summoned the Wei family soldiers, instructing them to escort him to the Duke of Shun. Only then did he return to the pavilion and sit down opposite Yao Yao.

Wei Zhao spoke succinctly, raising his hand: "Give it back to me."

Yao Yao didn't really want to.

She's always been a shameless scoundrel.

She wanted to have this thing that didn't look like a cat.

Yao Yao: "Call it and see if it responds?"

Wei Zhao was about to open his mouth.

Yao Yao stopped masturbating and covered Fu Meng's mouth with her hand.

Wei Zhao:......

I’m convinced, really.

"Sir!"

At that moment, the butler rushed in. Perhaps he had been walking too fast, for his voice was breathless.

After a while, he calmed his breathing.

Wei Zhao asked in confusion, "Is something the matter?"

"The young eunuch serving the Crown Prince has brought some pills, and this old servant dared not delay, so I brought them to you."

As he spoke, he offered it with both hands.

Wei Zhao:?
He suddenly looked over.

It is a familiar gilded porcelain box with a lotus scroll design.

This was given by Ying Fuyan. What was that just now?
Wei Zhao's computer crashed for the first time ever, and he slowly looked towards the distant pavilion.

Yao Yao demurely admitted, "Mine."

Why didn't you say so just now?

Yao Yao was very puzzled.

She doesn't understand.

He was the one who suffered the loss, while Wei Zhao took it for free. How dare he question her?

"I wanted to stop it."

Yao Yao spoke loudly to those who wouldn't let her copy books, and gave plenty of reasons.

"I want to show you what a generous person who doesn't care about gains and losses is like."

Yao Yao: "Aren't you ashamed now?"

Wei Zhao:......

He was unable to refute it for a moment.

Wei Zhao: "What...is that medicine of yours?"

Yao Yao gave an innocent look: "I don't know."

Wei Zhao:?
Yao Yao honestly replied, "Shen Zhiyi gave it to me."

She thought for a moment and added.

"Shen Zhiyi stole it from Xiao Huaiyan."

It's obviously expensive! And incredibly rare!
Xiao Huaiyan?

I didn't hear that he was sick or in pain.

and many more.

Wei Zhao stood still, and a certain memory poured out.

"—The medicine I stole from the palace!"

——"Wei Zhao!"

"This is for you!"

He threw the medicine away, but Xiao Huaiyan picked it up again.

"I'll save it for you; you'll need it someday."

Looking back now, those pills were very similar to the ones I had just seen and the ones Ying Fuyan had eaten.

That is to say, he is now ignorant of medicine and cannot distinguish the differences in the taste of the pills.

Yao Yao watched as Wei Zhao's usually calm and collected expression changed repeatedly.

He moved like the wind and disappeared before her eyes.

But Wei Zhao was still a step too late; he had just entered the study.

"Father!"

Before he could utter a word of protest, Wei Fengxing tilted his head back and swallowed his words.

Wei Fengxing remained as refined and gentle as ever, but when he saw it was him, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"Don't worry, Father took the medicine you gave him." Wei Zhao: ...

I'm only worried about eating it if I don't feel comfortable with it.

Wei Fengxing said gently, "The medicine tastes a bit strange, but it melts in your mouth. My son's filial piety will surely be of some use."

Wei Zhao:......

Good, I can't spit it out anymore.

Thanks to Yao Yao, Wei Zhao, who was always cautious in his actions, suddenly felt dizzy.

Wei Fengxing: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Is there something you need to tell your father?"

Wei Zhao:......

He managed to utter two words with great difficulty.

"No."

He arrived in a flurry of activity, but left feeling dizzy and unsteady.

Wei Fengyuan noticed Wei Zhao's unusual behavior and was surprised: "It's rare to see someone his age with such vigor."

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Ning Suchan was entertaining the female guests, and her demeanor was not to be underestimated.

The maidservants carried fruits, and the angle at which each seat was arranged, even down to the degree to which the fingers should be bent when holding tea, was all carefully considered.

The sounds of stringed instruments and the constant flow of delicacies reveal the strict rules that permeate the entire mansion.

When Ning Suchan held the cup, the jade bracelet on her wrist made no sound, and the depth of her smile seemed to have been measured with the rules of the palace.

The Lady of Ningguo was talking to her.

“My mother-in-law originally wanted to come too, but as you know, her health has never been good, and she was afraid that if she came, you would have to worry about her even more.”

Ning Suchan: "After today, I will go back to see my mother."

"Your presence alone is not enough."

Lady Ningguo: "My mother-in-law still misses her son-in-law."

How can I not miss it?

Madam Ning was extremely satisfied with Wei Fengxing, her son-in-law.

Can……

The daughter was brought into the palace at a young age, and the rules were ingrained in her bones.

At that time, imperial power was in control, and the Ningguo Marquis's family had no choice. Even if she wanted to see him, she couldn't.

Later, when her engagement to the royal family was cancelled, Ning Suchan was able to return to the Ningguo Marquis's residence. However, she had long been raised by Consort Yue to be an indifferent, unfeeling person, making it difficult for her to even get close to her family.

Although she has changed quite a bit since marrying into the Wei family, thanks to Wei Fengxing's thoughtfulness and care.

A smile appeared on his face, and he seemed more energetic. Even Guizhi had grown up so much.

However, Old Madam Ning was greedy. She noticed that something was always missing in the relationship between the couple, and she was really anxious about it.

Ning Suchan replied calmly, "I'll bring it up with him later."

"Mistress".

The servant boy who was attending to the Duke of Shunguo arrived in a hurry.

"The Duke requests your presence in his study."

Upon hearing this, Ning Suchan frowned slightly, a look of worry flashing in her eyes.

I hope it's not a really bad headache.

"Sister-in-law, I..."

"Go."

Lady of Ningguo: "I'll keep an eye on this place for you."

Ning Suchan withdrew.

She knew exactly who Wei Fengxing was.

He is the most patient.

Ning Suchan became increasingly uneasy.

In the past, when she walked, even the gold hairpins at her temples would not move. But when she passed through the corridor, the tassels of the jade hairpin in her hair swayed in disarray for the first time, and her embroidered shoes even got muddy from the corridor.

Upon entering the study, I was about to walk around the screen.

"Close the door."

It was Wei Fengxing's voice.

Unlike before, she was not gentle and even had difficulty breathing.

After Ning Suchan closed the door, she saw him leaning back in his chair, his slender fingers tightly gripping the celadon teacup, his knuckles white, as if he wanted to press the coolness into his blood.

She quickly approached, but before she could utter a sound, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist.

The man, who was struggling to suppress the effects of the drug, suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost hurt.

Ning Suchan was caught off guard and pulled into his arms, falling onto his lap.

Wei Fengxing's bangs were damp with a thin layer of sweat, clinging to his abnormally flushed skin.

He was clearly moved by love.

Ning Suqian exclaimed in surprise: "You..."

Wei Fengxing's voice was so hoarse it sounded like it had been sanded.

"Su Chan".

His burning lips landed on hers.

"help me."

(End of this chapter)